Botte songtekst

type o negative heeft daar op hun eerste behoorlijk treffend melding van gemaakt. daar zal julio de inspiratie wel vandaan hebben.

Dat haal ik er niet uit. "You don't know / How much it hurts / To watch you fall asleep / When you're in my arms"
Dus geen ex.
"Maybe I just wanna touch you
Feel you warm inside again
Maybe I just wanna hurt you
The sweetest pleasure is pain"
En wel degelijk fysiek geweld dus.

You say it's been too long (that's right)
Since you, had some
You say I turn you on (on)
Light the fire, that's burning inside
You think that I'm the one
(You see in your dreams)
I know what you mean, yeah

(you know what I'm sayin')

It's creepin' around in your head
Me holdin' you down in my bed
You don't have to say a word
I'm convinced, you want this

Baby, you know I can give it to you
You can't deny, I'd do it right
Just let me know, and I'll give it to you
Show me where, I'll taste you there
Baby you know, that I'll give it to you
Your body needs a man like me
Anything goes, when I give it to you
Without a doubt, I'll turn you out
The feeling is fine, giving you everything of mine

I'm the place to be
And soon, you'll see
I don't care who leads
As long, as we, move horizontally

Anyone can make you sweat (ohh)
But I, can keep you wet

It's creeping around in my head
Me holding you down in my bed
I can't wait to give you some
I'm convinced, you need it

Baby, you know I can give it to you (you know it)
You can't deny I'd do it right
Just let me know, and I'll give it to you
Show me where, I'll taste you there
Baby you know that I'll give it to you
Your body needs, a man like me
Anything goes, when I give it to you
Without a doubt, I'll turn you out
The feeling is fine giving you everything of mine

my dinner's on fire while she watches tv
and if you ever wondered what it's like to be me
she takes all my money and leaves me no smokes
yells at my buddies and insults my folks
i'm breaking my back doin the best i can
she's got time for the dog and none for her man
well i'm no dope, but i can't cope
so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope

chorus
you can.... piss up a rope
and you can put on your shoes hit the road get truckin
pack your bag, i don't need the agg
on your knees you big booty bitch start suckin
you ride my ass like a horse and a saddle
now you're up shits creek with a turd for a paddle
and i can't cope, piss up a rope

you can piss up a rope and feel the pissy dribble
you can piss up a rope and watch me giggle
for the last 6 months i've been packing your bag
you can wash my balls with a warm wet rag
till my balls feel smooth and soft like silk
i'm sick of your mouth and your 2% milk
and i'm no dope, but i've lost all hope
so hit the fuckin road and piss up a rope

chorus x3

En wat is daar mis mee? Ween kan met de meest verschrikkelijke muziekstijlen wegkomen. Kleffe ballads, monumentale symfo en Hawaïaanse volksmuziek, het kan allemaal! En waarom? Omdat de band het niet allemaal zo serieus neemt, die pathos en dergelijke.

D'r wordt vaak wat lacherig gedaan over Ween, maar ik heb diep respect voor de gebroeders. Ik kan me helemaal vinden in hun 'loop toch niet zo te janken, it's only rock'n roll'-statement. En bovendien: zelden niet meer zo hard gelachen als toen ik The Blarney Stone voor het eerst hoorde. En ze maken nog steeds briljante liedjes!

Hetzelfde met Julio. En natuurlijk 'Hit Me Baby One More Time' van Britney Spears, met kinky schooluniformpjes clip.

En dan heb je nog metalbands...

Wie zei dan dat ik dat niet had? Ween rocks!